Nobody dast blame this man.... For a salesman, there is no rock bottom to the life. He don't put a bolt to a nut, he don't tell yo...u the law or give you medicine. He's a man way out there in the blue, riding on a smile and a shoeshine. And when they start not smiling back--that's an earthquake. And then you get yourself a couple of spots on your hat, and you're finished. Nobody dast blame this man. A salesman is got to dream, boy. It comes with the territory.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »

Still farther on we scrambled up the rocky channel of a brook, which had long served nature for a sluice there, leaping like it fr...om rock to rock, through tangled woods, at the bottom of a ravine, which grew darker and darker, and more and more hoarse the murmurs of the stream, until we reached the ruins of a mill, where now the ivy grew, and the trout glanced through the crumbling flume; and there we imagined what had been the dreams and speculations of some early settler. But the waning day compelled us to embark once more, and redeem this wasted time with long and vigorous sweeps over the rippling stream.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »

As I define it, rock & roll is dead. The attitude isn't dead, but the music is no longer vital. It doesn't have the same meaning. ...The attitude, though, is still very much alive--and it still informs other kinds of music.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »